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please let me - adult yuji smut ⋆˚꩜｡
you and yuji broke up. not even a weekend later, he's at your door begging for you. (18+)
art credits: @/itstheodezu on tt
cw: smut, oral sex, lip-bitting, edging, angst
disclaimer: in this au, yuji is an adult sorcerer!!!!
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friday, you and yuji called it quits on your relationship. you’d been together for half a relentless year.
the first few months were bliss, he’d practically moved in with you.
you’d cook together,
watch movies together entangled on your couch.
he was everything you’d ever imagined from your first - beautiful, so loving and you were both OBSESSED with each other.
but over time, his missions carved him into someone stretched thin with his tired eyes, delayed smiles, and a mind that was always somewhere else.
and you started learning the shape of absence while he was still technically there.
neither of you said it outright at first. you just kept adjusting, shrinking into the gaps he left behind, until there wasn’t much of you left in the same room anymore.
so when you finally said it, when you both agreed, quietly, reluctantly, it didn’t feel like a decision.
it felt like something that had already happened a long time ago.
a weekend had passed since then, and you still weren't sure how to exist in this empty space he used to fill with his laughter and touch.
trying to accept it still felt wrong in your mouth, like a bitter truth that if you repeated enough times, it might undo itself.
but it didn't. and he never called or texted.
you loved each other, but your lives only kept getting in the way.
the apartment complex had long since gone quiet by the time you finished your nightly routine.
freshly showered and dressed in an oversized shirt and soft pyjama shorts, you curled up in the corner of your living room couch with your legs tucked beneath you, scrolling mindlessly on your phone.
your hair was still slightly damp, and the faint scent of your vanilla moisturiser lingered in the air around you.
only a single lamp beside the television remained on, casting a warm amber glow across the room while the rest of the apartment sat in comfortable darkness. outside the large windows, the sky had turned inky black, interrupted only by distant streetlights and the occasional pair of headlights drifting past below.
a soft hum filled the apartment; the refrigerator from the kitchen, the distant buzz of the building's electricity, the quiet whir of the ceiling fan overhead all blending together into familiar white noise.
it was the kind of sound you'd stopped noticing most nights, a gentle reminder that even in the stillness, the world around you hadn't completely fallen asleep.
your phone lights up furiously, demanding your attention:
hes texting? is he drunk?
your thumb hovers over the screen, and it hits you in this horrible, familiar way.
because it sounds like him, but it also sounds like the version of him you used to know before the distance took over.
your chest tightens before you even process it properly.
because part of you wants to answer immediately.
part of you has been waiting for anything. anything at all.
you flip your phone face down against a cushion, your head spiralling and your stomach in knots.
for a second, it helps, like if you don’t see it, it can’t reach you.
but it still feels like it’s burning through the cushion anyway.
you already know what’s on the screen without looking again.
you've read it enough times to have it memorised.
your throat tightens in this slow, ugly way that has nothing to do with breathing and everything to do with not letting anything fall apart yet.
you don’t pick it up.
you just sit there, staring at the space of where it is,
because if you open it, you'll reply.
and if you reply, you'll go right back to him.
that’s the part that hurts the most,
how quickly you'd run back to what you had.
you reach for your phone before you've properly even decided to,
like your hand moves first and your brain is just… dragged along after it.
his messages are still there, stacked on top of each other like he couldn’t stop himself once he started.
you don’t even know what you're trying to say at first.
there's too much in your chest for anything simple to come out clean.
you start typing, then taking back the words that spill out:
what do you want me to say to that? too sharp.
you can’t just text me like this too angry, and yet not angry enough to be honest.
your eyes sting a little and you hate that they do.
because you miss him. even now. even like this.
what you send in the end is too small for what you feel, but its all you can manage without breaking open.
and yet he replied instantly.
you set the phone down beside you on the sofa like it’s suddenly too loud to hold. like it’s still humming with him even when it’s silent.
your body sinks back into the cushions.
the room is too quiet and everything feels too open.
you pull the blanket closer even though you're not really cold - you just need something to hold onto that isn’t this.
eyes stinging, and threatening to spill, you turn slightly into the sofa, away from the phone. away from the messages that are bound to ruin you in one way or another.
and eventually, without meaning to, you fall asleep. trying so hard not to cry that you don’t even notice when everything stirs quiet.
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you wake up to furious, pounding on the front door,
is this a dream bleeding into real life?
then it comes again.
louder and faster. like whoever it is, isn’t going to stop until you answer.
your eyes open properly this time, body still heavy with sleep, but the sound cuts straight through the room.
you walk over to the door, slow enough to buy you time to process whats happening.
you look through your peep-hole hesitantly and
yuji is there.
he looks like he’s been dragged straight out of the rain, confidently uncaring in how he looks.
his white shirt is completely soaked, clinging to every tensed muscle on his torso, his dark joggers hung low on his hips,
and his face,
eyes wide, exhausted and pathetically leaning his fists against the door.
and it still hits you, unfairly, how good he looks like this.
like he always does, even when he’s falling apart.
he’s staring straight at the door like he already knows you’re right here.
"yuji stop!" your voice cuts through him as his fist hovers mid-air, wavering under the light of the hallway. "what are you doing here?"
"i need you."
it was one thing reading it off your phone, but it was another hearing his raspy, whining voice repeat it on the other side of the door.
that was all you needed.
in the next 5 seconds, the door flies open and itadori yuji is standing in your doorway, unfairly beautiful and sculpted. his eyes were soft and damp from either the rain or his own tears. his arms dropped slowly to his sides as he stared into your eyes, unwavering.
"can i please come in?"
"fine, yeah, just take your muddy shoes off at the door," you mumble, not sure how reality still feels a bit unreal and dream-like.
"yuji, i miss-," you gulp back your words for a moment, "i miss you too but this- this isn't healthy."
hes sliding off his shoes, one hand against the doorframe as he looks up at you through his wet eyelashes, his eyes dripping in shades of golden brown. "i know."
a sniffle, then a deep sigh later, yuji has shut the door behind him and is down.
on his knees.
looking up at you through his sodden pink hair.
"y/n, i need you back. please, god-," he hiccups through his tears as they start pouring down his face, "just let me make it up to you, i should've been here more, i know... but i can't even go a few days accepting that we've given up on us."
you step back, leaning against the shoe cabinet, holding yourself up to take in this wave of confession.
you felt your blood boil as your mind raced,
why now?
where was this desperation and need for you when you needed it most.
"yuji stand up. i'm not having this conversation with you right now."
"please." hes practically begging now, running his hands down from his knees and onto your floor.
"oh for gods sake-," you weren't going to listen to any more of this. how could he not see how cruel this is?
"let me make you feel good, y/n."
for a moment, you see him properly. not the damaged sorcerer. not the absent shell of a man he was.
but you see a god-like carved man begging to touch you, on his knees for you.
and from that moment on, it was as if everything your body had longed for suddenly overwhelmed your scrambled mind.
"you want to make me feel good?"
you watched him stumble back up onto his feet, your gaze fixed on his rain-soaked silhouette.
"yes! yes, y/n. i keep thinking about the last time i touched you and-,"
"that was quite a while ago yuji," you mused, walking towards him from the shoe cabinet, with a new sense of concentration over you.
his face perked up whilst his hands twitch slightly at his sides like he’s debating reaching for you and stopping himself at the same time, fingers curling into his palms before relaxing again.
he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, then back, like he can’t find a way to stand still in his own skin.
his throat bobs as he swallows before whispering, "its been too long."
your skin buzzed with electricity as he now stood, towering over you, eyes wide and darting all over your body, hungrily. like he was starved of you.
you don't respond as you watch him struggle to decide on what to do.
it was almost amusing seeing him like this.
seeing him yearn for you this bad.
his hands hover over your waist, tiny droplets of rain water dripping onto your skin.
when you don't move away, his body collides with yours, your mouths warm against each others.
a wet, warm hand cupping one side of your face, whilst his other hand gripped onto your waist so tightly, there was no space left between you.
he moans against your mouth, warm and wet, his hair sodden against your face.
you both fight to taste each other deeper, tongues colliding messily.
wet pink strands sticking to his forehead, brushing against your skin as he pulls you towards the couch.
like he's memorised the path from the door before.
you both fall against the sofa ungracefully, a tangled mess of limbs reunited. his body is heavy as he presses you further against the softness of the couch, kissing you like he never wanted to let go.
he bites your lip then begins kissing further down your body. his toned arms grip you down from your waist.
hes now moved back, holding tightly onto your legs as you lay back, moaning against the quiet hum of your living room fan.
he leaves a trail of kisses from your ear lobes,
to the sweet spots of your neck,
down to your chest and your stomach.
you freeze for a moment, the messy situation you're in catching up with your scattered thoughts.
that one overwhelming need for him coursing through your core has been taking the lead.
you push his head up with your palm, pulling his eyes up to meet yours as you're both gasping for air.
gasping and teary-eyed, he looks up at you, now positioned between your legs. hunger and pleading stare back at you.
"please, let me eat you out."
"really?"
“I want to taste you,” he breathes out, his breaths shallow and ragged.
you laugh and then slowly run your hands through his hair, stroking his eager face.
with your free hand you start to shimmy down your tiny pyjama shorts. the only confirmation he needed.
without missing a beat, you feel his rough hands tear them off your legs as you scream with delight.
"yuji!"
"just lay there for me, y/n."
you feel his fingers brush softly against your opening through your now soaked panties.
"oh my god, you're so wet for me already."
you could only muster out a suppressed moan when he slides the laced fabric down your legs before pressing his tongue, hard against your clit.
the sudden sensation makes you grip onto the armrest behind your head, your skin decorated in goosebumps for his touch.
the warm wetness of his tongue laps against your core slowly as his fingers slowly dig harder into your thighs.
"y-yuj- you feel so good!" your gasping through moans, whilst your body feels like its falling in on itself against his mouth.
you hear him mumble something against your clit, the vibrations only sending more electric shots up your core.
he's focused, drawing rhythmic circles against your clit and lapping it up like a feral animal.
he's not stopping. not until he feels your legs shake against his arms, and your screams wake up everyone in the complex.
the pressure against your clit builds harder and harder whilst he's humming happily against it, his tongue circling every part that had felt neglected for so long.
your arms swing over your head and grab hard onto yuji's messy, pink strands of hair. you slowly coax him to a rhythm against you that makes your legs tremble. your body on the edge of erupting into a wave of pleasure.
he pulls away, drooling from his flushed lips, "who am i, y/n?"
"yuji, d-dont stop!" you almost scream, your clit throbbing against the sudden cooler air of the room.
"say it." he pants through the words, eager for an answer.
"i'm yours yuji!"
the soft contact of his lips and tongue against your opening was all it took after a couple moments for you to unravel on the couch, your hands grabbing hard onto yuji's hair. your moans fill the air around you both as yuji doesn't stop until you rode out the wave of heaven he gave you.
tilting your head up, you see yuji comb his hair back with his quivering fingers, his face flushed crimson, spit running down his jaw as he swallows back, grinning ear to ear.
"was i good?" he asks, genuine and out of breath.
"where was that yuji before?" you laugh out between breaths.
he sits up, a now serious look etched into his sharp features, "i've always been here,
and i promise i won't ever leave, y/n."
currently writing a cheeky little nerdy mahito dabble very excited to share this soon. just know he’s the type to tease you constantly!!!!!111!!1!1!1!
␥ touch me too, part iii. ␥
in the quiet of the woods, mahito corners you with questions about your technique, and an irritating certainty that you're not as unaffected by him as you pretend to be starts to show...
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the notebook snapped shut so quickly the sound cracked through the clearing.
your heart was still hammering.
every instinct you had was screamed at you to move.
so you tried.
shuffling backwards across the roots of the tree, putting as much distance between yourself and him as possible.
it wasn’t much.
because mahito simply watched. amused.
his head tilted slightly as he observed your retreat.
“that’s disappointing.”
you glared.
he hopped down from the branch with impossible ease, landing silently on the forest floor.
your stomach immediately tightened.
up in the tree he’d felt more distant and you’d even hoped you’d imagined him all together.
down here, he felt too real.
you were frozen on the roots taking in mahito stood before of you: and it was ridiculous, because nothing about him should’ve looked like this.
like this was just… normal.
like he hadn’t followed you through a forest like it was nothing.
like you weren’t currently questioning every decision you’ve ever made.
he just stood there.
casual. almost bored.
his hair caught the light when he tilted his head, soft and wrong at the same time, like your brain couldn’t decide what category to put him in.
and your brain was trying. really hard.
And failing.
there were details you shouldn’t have been noticing.
the stitching on his skin and the way his expression kept shifting like it couldn’t settle on one emotion and commit.
the fact he looked… so peaceful.
like this wasn’t a situation that should be escalating in your chest the way it was.
you hated that your eyes kept moving up and down his lean body, like if you looked long enough you’d figure out what it was that drew you to him.
or what he wanted from you.
which was probably worse.
mahito took a step forward, catching you out of the daze he had locked you in.
your breath snagged.
traitor lungs.
you didn’t move back this time.
you should’ve.
you really should’ve.
but your body felt spellbound to him in that moment… and mahito noticed.
his smile softened whilst his hand gently rubbed his neck.
“hm,” he hummed.
like he was trying to work you out in his patch-worked head.
his eyes flickered down to the notebook clutched tightly against your chest.
then a smile spread across his face.
slow and knowing.
“oh y/n, come on.”
his voice was light. teasing.
you raised your eyebrows, confused.
“you made me look so handsome.”
you stared as your cheeks flushed bright crimson.
he stared back completely serious.
“oh wh- i did not.”
“you did.” he pointed towards the notebook.
“my jawline looks great.”
“you are unbelievable.”
“thank you!” he smiled so wide, his eyes disappeared into soft crescents.
before you could stop him, he’d closed in on you.
a moment ago he was a few feet away, pacing towards you slowly, but now he was towering over you and craning his neck down to meet your flustered gaze.
his pale hair shifted softly in the breeze. sunlight caught against the stitches scattered across his face.
you hate that you’re noticing things like that in this moment.
mahito leaned forward even further.
bringing himself closer to your level.
his breath gentle against your face.
“although,” he continued thoughtfully, “i think you made my eyes look nicer.”
your mouth fell open.
“what?”
“they’re softer.” despite the stupid smile etched across his face, he seemed genuinely pleased.
“mahito-“
“no seriously, you’ve managed to make me look even prettier than i usually do,” he grinned annoyingly.
you’d had enough of feeling so powerless to his relentless teasing.
even though a part of you really enjoyed this.
“impressive right?” you scoffed, the corners of your mouth threatening to smile,
“i didn’t have a whole lot to work with i guess”
he immediately dropped his smile, trying to work out what you meant, all while missing the joke.
“was that sarcasm?”
a laugh nearly escaped you as you watched his brows furrow and his hand reach to hold his chin as he looked at you, deep in thought.
you swallowed it at once.
mahito noticed. of course he noticed.
“there it is.” his smile widened.
“what?”
“you were about to laugh.”
“i wasn’t.”
“you absolutely were.”
you looked away quickly, which only seemed to confirm his suspicions.
so annoying.
“what do you want?” you finally asked.
the question lingered between you.
for a moment, mahito looked genuinely surprised. as though the answer should’ve been obvious.
“nothing.”
you narrowed your eyes.
“nothing?”
“nothing.”
“you tracked me through the woods for nothing?”
“well when you say it like that, it sounds strange.”
“because it is strange.”
his smile twitched.
“i just wanted to talk.”
you blinked.
out of everything you’d expected
that hadn’t been one of them.
“talk.”
“yes.”
“with me.”
“you are the only other person here.”
“but you’re a curse; i didn’t know cursed loved talking so bad.”
“you’re very observant.”
you groaned as mahito looked pleased with himself,
which only irritated you more.
because despite everything,
despite the danger,
despite the fact every sane person would’ve left by now,
this was the most normal he’d ever seemed.
with a sigh, you pushed yourself up from the roots beneath the tree.
“where are you going?” he asked immediately.
“i’m sitting down.”
“oh.”
you retrieved your bag and settled back into your usual spot against the trunk, pulling your knees up slightly. after a moment’s hesitation, mahito followed.
he sat beside you.
not too close, but not nearly far enough for your comfort.
for a while, neither of you spoke.
sunlight danced through the leaves overhead as you both sat breathing beneath the tree.
you didn’t want to move for a while, his presence shifted from uncomfortable to something weirdly familiar.
the kind of familiarity that came from sitting beside someone for hours without realising the sun had begun to set around you
the afternoon light filtering through the canopy had softened into gold and shadows stretched lazily across the forest floor while somewhere nearby water trickled quietly over stones
mahito had long since abandoned sitting properly
he now lay stretched out across the roots beside you with one arm thrown over his eyes as though he’d lived beneath this tree his entire life
“your technique,” mahito said suddenly, gazing over at you lazily through his sun-soaked eyelashes.
you noticed his slender patch-worked hands as he kept turning them over thoughtfully
“what exactly did you do to me”
you stiffened, “why?”
“because i’ve been thinking”
that alone made you sit up a little bit.
“before i met you, i understood emotions in theory”
his eyes drifted upward towards the canopy
“fear, anger, resentment”
a small smile tugged at his mouth, “i am those things after all”
you said nothing
“but when you touched me,” he paused, searching for the words “i experienced something really weird,”
his brow furrowed slightly
“something warm”
you felt your heart beat against your ribs furiously, like it would never settle again.
“mahito that’s-”
“no but, i found myself returning to that sensation over and over again”
his voice remained firm as his eyes widened, darting over yours.
“for two weeks”
you stared for a moment, trying to find the words.
you weren’t about to admit you’d spent the past 2 weeks thinking of him.
“i suppose, you went from feeling just pure desire as a curse to feeling something much heavier.” you mused, staring out into the grass infront of you.
“what i showed you was a memory of my first love.”
mahito turned to face you
“but why did it made me feel so scared?”
you smiled down at your hands,
“because when you love someone like that, you’re always carrying the weight of knowing they could disappear one day.”
silence settled between you
not empty but dense like the air had thickened around the words you had just spoken
mahito did not look away this time
he studied you properly now like he was no longer just listening but storing every piece of what you said somewhere inside himself
“disappear….”
he repeated it slowly testing the shape of it
“yes,” you said quietly, “i know you’re not afraid of dying but it’s something that makes humans human; people are not permanent not in the way you might think they are.”
his gaze dropped for a moment to the grass then returned to you
“and it scares you…” he hummed softly.
“it used to,” you correct him,
“it still matters but you learn to live with it”
mahito shifted slightly on the roots so he was sitting up now closer than before,
close enough that you could feel his soft breaths against your shoulder.
“i don’t… understand permanence” he said
“i do not think i understand absence either,”
you glanced at him, his head resting against the tree trunk, letting the sun slipping through the leaves soak on his pale skin.
“well, you’re a curse,”
“i am”
“so you dont experience loss the way humans do”
he considered this for a moment like the idea itself was unfamiliar territory
“i experience change” he said finally, “things end things dissolve things become something else”
his eyes flickered back to yours, glistening.
“but you make it sound like disappearance is final.”
“it can be,” you replied softly, “sometimes it is.”
that seemed to unsettle him more than anything else so far
his brows drew together faintly
“then what was the point of the memory you gave me” he huffed, brushing his hair out of his face, while his arm laid rested against the bark.
you tilted your head slightly at him,
“it wasn’t really meant to give you a point,”
“it was meant to show you what it feels like to care about something that can be lost,”
mahito was quiet for a long moment
then almost thoughtfully, “i think i understand why it felt heavy,”
you held your breath as he inched himself closer to you.
“because if something matters that much-,”
his voice lowered slightly as he leaned closer to your face, his eyes tracing the features of your eyes and mouth, his breath still slow and soft against your skin,
“then i want to understand what it is before it disappears”
you opened your mouth to answer but mahito was already standing, fingers closing around your wrist as he tugged you forward,
“come with me,” he said, like it was already decided. "I want to show you something, y/n,"
guys i’m having a night out rn and as im ordering a mojito im thinking of mahito is that bad
␥ touch me too, part ii ␥
gojo tells you exactly what mahito is: he’s resentment and hatred given shape and a heartbeat. but you just cant shake what you saw him feel.
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it had been 2 weeks since your strange encounter with mahito. and it still haunted you.
even now, with you sprawled out on your bed in the same pjs, groaning into your pillow.
the sun spilled into your bedroom, but instead of lifting you gently awake like it had always done, it made your head pound and blood boil.
too bright.
too early.
with an irritated groan, you reached for the nearest object on your bedside table, fully prepared to launch it at the offending curtains.
only for a hand to catch your wrist halfway.
firm yet familiar.
"that's a lamp."
gojo's voice drifted through the room.
"and i know you love your sleep, but you'll regret that one"
"why are you in my room?" you snap as you let out a noise somewhere between a groan and a scream.
"well... me and everyone else haven't seen you for weeks, and i'm here to confirm you're still alive"
"unfortunately."
"yeah, see, that's not helping your case."
with a dramatic sigh, he dropped onto the edge of your bed.
the mattress dipped beneath his weight.
"what happened?"
"nothing happened."
"liar."
“come on, let’s make breakfast” he warmly suggested.
“i’m not hungry.”
Gojo raised an eyebrow. you can’t stand his judgemental face.
“fine,” you groan as you peel yourself out of bed, “i’ll get you some tea while you explain how you got in here,”
if you stayed in that room any longer, you were going to lose your mind.
"success!!" gojo pumped a fist into the air.
"i'm throwing you out of a window."
"after breakfast?"
"before."
he grinned.
somehow, the conversation followed you into the kitchen.
sunlight pooled across the countertops. the kettle hummed quietly and for a brief moment, everything felt normal.
you busied yourself with stirring your morning tea, grateful for something to do with your hands. across the kitchen, gojo sat on the island counter swinging his legs idly, watching you with the patience of someone waiting for the truth.
"so?"
you paused. "so what?"
"what happened?"
you sighed, because of course he wasn't letting it go.
"it was just a really long mission and..."
"and?"
"and i had the... weirdest interaction with a curse."
gojo raised an eyebrow. "yeah but you meet curses every week."
"this one was different." you sighed.
the words left before you could stop them.
immediately, gojo's expression changed. he looked more serious and attentive.
"different how?"
you struggled to find the words to say so you turned to face away from gojo as you continued:
"well he sort of touched me and-"
a snort from gojo cut you off. you whipped your head around to glare at him and his smile immediately dropped.
"sorry, go on"
"my technique activated when he grabbed me."
"ah."
gojo's expression tightened ever so slightly... as if he already disliked where this conversation was heading.
"and he felt it."
"they usually do."
"no."
you shook your head.
"he really felt it."
gojo frowned slightly.
across the kitchen island, he leaned forward.
"what do you mean?"
your stomach twisted.
because that was the part you couldn't stop thinking about.
the confusion on his face afterwards and the fascination.
the way he'd looked at you like you'd just shown him the answer to a question he'd been asking his entire life.
"he's a curse."
"i know."
"a dangerous one."
"i said i know." you huffed.
"then stop looking for humanity in places it doesn't exist."
the kitchen suddenly felt too small.
too bright.
you hated how easily he'd dissected thoughts you'd barely admitted to yourself.
gojo's expression softened.
which only annoyed you more.
"i think you're overthinking a curse that could’ve killed you."
a slice of toast launched from the toaster.
in one swift movement, you snatched it from the air and hurled it directly at gojo's head.
and of course he caught it.
"at least its not a lamp this time."
you snatched your jacket from the back of a chair.
"where are you going?"
"away."
"that's not a location."
"well why don't go back to geto's and have breakfast with him"
"y’know, most people would appreciate my concern-"
"most people don't break into my bedroom before breakfast."
"that's because most people don't spend two weeks spiralling over a curse."
silence.
because that one landed.
gojo's grin softened slightly. "look."
he set the toast down.
"whatever you think you saw..."
your jaw tightened immediately. "gojo."
"i'm serious."
for once, there wasn't a trace of humour in his voice.
"mahito isn't misunderstood."
the room suddenly felt smaller and quieter.
"he's a curse."
"i know."
"then stop thinking about him like he's some complex puzzle waiting to be solved."
you stared at him.
then grabbed your jacket.
"okay."
"okay?"
"okay, get out."
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the woods had always been your favourite place.
long before jujutsu high and before dealing with curses became your full time job.
long before everything became so complicated.
whenever the world grew too loud, you came here.
beneath the trees and the tranquil birdsong.
protected by the endless canopy of green.
it usually helped.
today, it didn’t.
because no matter how far you walked
you couldn’t stop thinking about him.
him standing beneath the relentless downpour, one hand pressed against his patchworked chest.
rain soaked through his dark shirt until it clung to him completely, outlining the sharp planes of his frame and the lean muscle beneath.
pale blue hair hung heavy across his forehead, droplets sliding from the ends and tracing slow paths down the curve of his jaw.
he looked carved from something beautiful and dangerous.
like a statue abandoned to the storm.
with a frustrated sigh, you dropped your bag beside your favourite tree.
ancient roots twisted through the earth beneath you, thick enough to sit on comfortably. sunlight filtered through the leaves overhead, dappling everything gold and green.
for a moment, you simply sat there.
you tried so very hard not to think of him anymore. but the more you suppressed it, the more you felt yourself flush with annoyance and embarrassment.
you rest your head back against the solid tree behind you, gazing through the branches thinking hard - as you always did here.
when your first boyfriend broke your heart, you sat here wondering what you did wrong.
when you fell out with your friends, you hoped to find answers in the sound the wind made against the leaves.
you decided thinking about mahito wouldn’t be enough.
so you reached into your pocket and pulled out a small notepad you used to doodle or write in.
you needed an outlet. and you knew telling your friends at jj high wouldn’t end well. like gojo, they just wouldn’t get it.
so you find your hand moving in a rhythm against the pad, sketching out a familiar shape.
the scratch of graphite against paper settled something inside you.
your hand started moving automatically until after a while you froze looking down at the page.
long hair.
wide eyes and a crooked smile. a rain-soaked sharp frame.
it looked beautiful.
you’d almost captured the moment you’ve been reliving in your head for the past two weeks.
“that’s a pretty good likeness.”
every muscle in your body locked.
wind rustled through the leaves as your heart pounded so hard it threatened to burst out your throat.
because you knew that voice.
“you know, i’ve never had someone draw me before” he hummed thoughtfully.
tentatively, you tilted your head up towards the sky, your hair falling around your face.
and there he was.
perched comfortably on one of the tree branches overhead. like an innocent bird.
smiling down at you.
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authors note:
this was supposed to be a tiny drabble on mahito bc i rarely find fanfics of his character but im getting really into this now. i really hope you guys enjoy this!
theres no turning back now!! (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)
guys i promise im cooking up something juicy with the last mahito dabble i wrote hohoho
how i imagine choso apologising to you after he upsets you
and when it doesn’t work he brings yuji and todo along to help LOLLL
␥ touch me too ␥ you’ve spent years forcing others to feel pieces of your soul. when mahito experiences it for the first time, he can’t seem to let you go.
masterlist
cw; angst
word count; 1.1k
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the first thing mahito noticed about you was that you didn’t break correctly.
everyone broke eventually.
that was the beautiful thing about souls.
pull them apart.
stretch them.
twist them.
they always came undone.
every single one.
except yours.
his hand was still wrapped around your wrist when he realised it.
your cursed technique activated instinctively.
a violent surge of innate energy.
for one impossible second, your soul touched his.
and then
everything shattered.
warm sunlight.
the smell of summer.
laughter carried by the wind.
a hand squeezing yours.
someone saying your name.
the feeling of being loved so completely it made your chest ache.
so completely that losing it would destroy you.
and beneath it all…
fear.
the terrible, suffocating fear of losing something precious. the kind of fear that only existed because the love came first.
then just gone.
—
mahito released you immediately.
the memory shattered and he was back in the the alley with rainwater pooled beneath his shoes on the broken concrete.
distant sirens and traffic echoeing around you both.
you staggered backwards, breathing hard. waiting.
preparing yourself for the attack.
instead mahito just
stared.
for once, he wasn’t smiling.
his eyes were wide with childlike wonder and fascination.
“what was that?”
his voice sounded strange. it was quieter than before.
“you mean my cursed technique?” you frowned.
his gaze sharpened instantly.
“do it again.”
“what?”
“that.”
he pointed at you.
“do that again.”
you stared utterly confused. people usually hated your technique.
the sudden flood of emotion, vulnerability and loss of control.
mahito looked enchanted.
like he’d discovered a secret hidden beneath the world itself.
“it doesn’t work like that.”
“that’s unfortunate.”
his grin returned immediately.
bright yet dangerous.
you hated how excited he looked.
“what does it do?” he asked.
“you felt it.”
“i know.”
“thats all there is to it. pure emotion imprinted onto a soul from a powerful memory.”
mahito blinked.
“mahito… what are you doing?” you sighed.
silence followed as mahito tilted his head. examining you as he took in this information.
“you make people relive it?”
“no.” you shook your head. “they don’t see the memory.”
his smile slowly disappeared.
“they just feel it.”
the alley fell quiet.
”…they just feel it?”
for the first time since meeting him mahito went completely still.
not preparing to kill you, just… thinking.
the rain tapped softly against the pavement.
“so that feeling…”
his hand drifted absently to his chest.
”…that wasn’t mine.”
you almost laughed. “obviously. how could you have ever felt that?”
his hand remained pressed lightly against his chest as if he could still feel the remnants of it there.
the warmth.
the ache.
the love.
for once, mahito wasn’t smiling. he simply stood there beneath the rain, staring at nothing.
water clung to pale blue hair and slipped down the curve of his jaw, his long lashes casting shadows across features that looked almost delicate in the dim light.
almost human.
and somehow, that was the most unsettling part. because there was something strangely vulnerable about him then.
something open.
like he’d accidentally glimpsed a world he’d never been meant to see.
and for the first time since meeting him,
mahito looked touched.
genuinely touched.
not by you or the memory itself
but by the overwhelming weight of feeling.
as though he’d spent his entire life studying the ocean from the shore,
only to discover what it felt like to drown
a curse born from human hatred standing in an alleyway wondering why his chest still ached.
“interesting.”
the word left him quietly almost like it was only meant for himself.
then his gaze snapped back to yours.
sharp.
hungry.
and curious.
“you can touch souls.” he gasped out.
the way he said it sent a chill down your spine.
not as an accusation or as a threat.
but as pure admiration.
“you can actually touch them.”
a breathless laugh escaped him.
disbelieving.
“you know how long i’ve been looking for someone like you?”
you didn’t answer because something told you he wasn’t really asking.
mahito stepped forward delicately.
his eyes never left yours.
“i’ve touched thousands of souls.”
his smile softened gently and genuinely.
far more terrifying than any spine-chilling grin he’d given you before.
“nobody’s ever touched mine back.”
your stomach dropped because suddenly this wasn’t a fight anymore.
this was worse.
mahito wasn’t looking at you like prey. and he wasn’t looking at you like an enemy.
he wasn’t even looking at you like a person.
he was looking at you the way a child might look at a butterfly he’d never seen before.
something beautiful that he desperately wanted to understand.
and children were notorious for pulling the wings off things they loved.
“oh.” you choked out.
mahito’s eyes widened.
a new realization forming.
one that made your heart stop.
“can you feel mine?”
you froze. unsure of what to make of his request.
“what?”
“my soul.” he breathed out.
he smiled so hard it was impossible to look away whilst he was completely oblivious to how insane he sounded.
“if i touch you, can you feel mine too?”
the question lingered between you and you didn’t answer.
mahito watched you carefully.
then he smiled as he tapped his fingers gently on his face like he was working you out.
you opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out. your fingers tightened against your palm.
“you don’t know, do you?”
before you could respond, his hand closed around your wrist.
firm but not enough to hurt.
just enough to stop you from pulling away.
you feel your breath get caught in your throat as mahito’s gaze immediately dropped to where your skin met his.
fascinated.
like he’d forgotten everything else.
the rain dripped from pale blue strands of hair as he stepped closer.
close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath.
“you can feel everyone else’s,” he murmured.
his thumb brushed absentmindedly against your pulse.
“their grief. their love. their fear.”
his eyes lifted to yours.
bright, curious and yet unsettlingly sincere.
“so what’s wrong with mine?”
for the first time that evening, mahito looked genuinely frustrated.
like a puzzle refusing to solve itself.
“i’ve touched thousands of souls.” his voice dropped lower.
“why can’t you touch mine?”
the question was laced in disappointment as if he’d already decided you were the answer to something and now reality wasn’t cooperating.
his grip tightened ever so slightly.
“i want to know what it feels like.”
the confession left him before he could stop it:
“i want to know what i feel like.”
and suddenly you understood.
mahito wasn’t obsessed with your technique because it was powerful.
he was obsessed because, for the first time in his life, he’d found something he couldn’t reach on his own.
☆CAT DABBLES MASTERLIST☆
*⁀➷ satoru gojo (the strongest)
mini dabbles:
⤷ please don’t joke
⤷ pleasant surprise
⤷ the boundary
*⁀➷ mahito (controversial one)
mini dabbles:
⤷ touch me too
⤷ touch me too ii.
⤷ touch me too iii.
*⁀➷ yuji
⤷ please let me
␥ please don't joke ␥ you're sick of gojo hiding behind his playful personality and never being vulnerable enough to admit what you're both feeling is real. リ
masterlist
cw: angst and more angst
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gojo always kissed your forehead like it meant nothing.
quick.
careless.
like it didn’t completely ruin you every single time.
“see ya,” he hummed easily, grabbing his coat from the couch - his lips brushed your forehead in passing warmth before he turned toward the door.
you stared at him in thought as something in you finally snapped. your heart aching and racing, trying to find the words:
“you can’t keep doing that.”
gojo paused.
“doing what?”
he was standing half-turned by the door, one hand still resting loosely against the handle. warm sunset light poured through the windows behind him, drenching everything gold.
it caught against white hair and pale skin and the sharp line of his jaw so unfairly beautifully that it almost made your chest ache.
you gulp as you let the trail of thoughts pass.
“that.” you snapped bitterly. “acting like we’re something when we’re not.”
the room went quiet immediately.
his hand slowly slipped from the doorknob.
“woah,” he breathed lightly. “where’s this coming from?”
there it was. that tone.
playful.
careful.
like this was all still some harmless conversation he could smile his way through.
you hated it.
“don’t,” you said quietly, the weight of everything finally sinking deeper into your gut.
for once, gojo looked uncertain.
“don’t what?”
“don’t make it into a joke again gojo!”
the words hit harder than you intended.
you saw it immediately in his face.
that tiny shift.
small,
but devastating.
gojo leaned against the door slowly, eyes fixed on you now, all serious.
finally.
“you think i’m joking?” he asked.
“i think you like keeping me close without actually having to mean anything.” you gasped out.
his jaw tightened as he rubbed his neck.
you pushed forward anyway.
because if you stopped now, you’d never say it.
“you flirt with me constantly. you touch me, kiss my forehead, look at me like…” your voice caught embarrassingly. “and then the second it gets too real, you laugh it off.”
gojo went completely still.
the usual brightness in him dimmed quietly.
“you wanna know why i’m always joking then running off?” he mused softly.
you didn’t answer.
gojo looked away for the first time that evening.
toward the darkened window which spilled golden sunlight across the floor and across his perfect pale face.
toward the glowing city outside jujutsu high.
and suddenly he looked tired and no longer playful or untouchable.
“because this job ruins things,” he said quietly whilst stepping towards you. “people like me don’t really get normal relationships.”
you frowned slightly.
he kept talking before you could interrupt.
“missions, curses, disappearing for days at a time…” he laughed under his breath. “i’m not exactly boyfriend material.”
except this laugh sounded forced.
and almost rehearsed like he’d told himself this a thousand times already.
you stared at him silently because something about it didn’t feel honest.
not completely.
“that’s not the real reason,” you said softly.
gojo froze. his expression shifted almost imperceptibly.
and there it was.
finally.
you stepped closer slowly.
“you hide behind jujutsu high because it sounds better than admitting you’re scared.”
the air between you turned painfully still.
for once, satoru gojo had no immediate response.
his eyes stayed fixed on you, unreadable beneath the dim lighting.
then he smiled.
soft and yet so pained.
“you’re annoyingly observant, y’know that?”
your chest tightened - because suddenly he looked younger somehow.
not the strongest sorcerer alive.
not the cocky teacher everyone knew.
just a man who didn’t know how to let someone love him without waiting for it to disappear.
gojo exhaled quietly through his nose.
“commitment means,” he paused briefly, searching for the words, “eventually giving someone enough of you that they could really hurt you.”
his voice stayed light like he was still trying to soften the impact of his own honesty.
“and i think somewhere along the way,” he murmured, “i convinced myself it’d be smarter not to let anyone get that close.”
a long silence and almost an inch separated both your faces.
his hand gently rose to your chin as he tilted it up to meet your eyes even closer. his breath warm against your lips.
his eyes a saturated blue. unguarded.
“but you keep getting close anyway.”
␥ the boundary ␥ you and your ‘friend’ gojo are having a wholesome movie night until you say something you probably shouldn’t have リ
cw: fluff. and a touch of yearning.
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the lazy smiles,
the lingering touches,
the way he leaned too close when he talked like personal space had simply never applied to him.
you tried not to think too deeply about it.
because if you did, you’d start wanting things you probably shouldn’t.
but you couldn’t help it - not with him sitting so close to you that you can hear his soft, controlled breaths.
“you’re staring again,” he mused.
his blindfold had been pushed up messily into his hair, revealing those impossible blue eyes already fixed on you knowingly.
“maybe because you keep talking during the movie.”
“multitasking,” he corrected proudly, mouth full of candy.
you snorted.
the late-night glow of the apartment softened everything around him: silver hair, long limbs stretched across your couch, the faint sheen of city lights against his skin.
pretty.
so painfully pretty.
gojo suddenly held out the last gummy worm toward you.
“here,” he sighed. “because i’m generous. and because you’ve been eyeing up my snacks all night,”
“satoru,” you laughed quietly, taking it from his delicate fingers. “you’re so sweet. i love it.”
the words slipped out naturally.
but the second they landed, something shifted.
his smile faltered.
just slightly.
small enough that anyone else probably wouldn’t have noticed.
you did.
gojo stared at you for a moment too long before looking away toward the flickering television.
“don’t say stuff like that so easily,” he murmured.
the teasing in his voice had disappeared completely.
your chest tightened a little.
“say what?”
he leaned back against the couch slowly, eyes half-lidded now, thoughtful in a way that almost looked dangerous.
“that you love things about me.”
quiet.
the movie continued playing pointlessly in the background.
you swallowed.
“i didn’t mean to-”
“i know,” he interrupted softly.
that somehow felt worse.
because for once, satoru gojo wasn’t smiling like he could joke his way out of the conversation.
he looked almost solemn - like he was holding something heavy behind his teeth.
his gaze drifted back toward you again, unbearably intense beneath the dim apartment lighting.
“you say things like that,” he said quietly, “and i start thinking maybe i actually have a chance with you.”
the air left your lungs completely and you struggled to find the words to respond to that vulnerable confession with.
and then
that stupid grin returned.
slowly.
crooked.
beautiful.
“which is kinda cruel, y’know?” he sighed dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. “you’ve got me suffering over here.”
␥ pleasant surprise ␥ you visit your bf gojo at jujutsu high - he's never been so pleasantly surprised リ
fluff, cutesy bf gojo being so excited to see you and show you off ⤸
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you didn't really know what to expect visiting gojo at Jujutsu High for the first time:
alarms blaring,
satoru struggling to control a class,
or maybe even students flying through windows.
your mind raced with all sorts of scenarios.
Instead, you found sleepy hallways flooded with soft afternoon sunlight and the distant sound of maki yelling during training.
you stand awkwardly outside one of the classrooms clutching the convenience store bag you’d brought him:
sweet coffee, strawberry mochi, and the silly gummy candy he loved.
one of the students spotted you first.
a scruffy and curious boy with cotton pink hair.
“oh,” he blinked. “you’re Gojo-sensei’s- ”
before he could finish, a familiar voice echoed down the hall.
“sweetheart?”
his voice softened instantly at the sight of you.
even from across the hall, Satoru Gojo stood out impossibly against everything around him
tall and untouchable, white hair glowing beneath the afternoon sun like fresh snow, dark uniform hanging loosely off broad shoulders.
there was something unfairly beautiful about him; the kind that made the entire world turn dull the second he caught your eye.
“you came here?” he smiled uncontrollably, rushing towards you.
for once, Satoru Gojo looked completely caught off guard.
not teasing. not cocky.
just… so surprised.
“you actually came to see me?” he asked, grinning so hard it almost looked boyish.
“is that weird?”, you laughed nervously, squeezing your grip on the bag as you blush.
“weird?” he said, pulling a face.
he stepped closer to you, taking the bag from your hands with one hand while the other wrapped around your waist immediately.
the warmth radiating from him hit you like a giant sun-ray.
“baby, I’ve been trying so hard to get you to visit for months.” he laughed.
the pink-haired boy and his friends, who have now gathered around, made exaggerated gagging noises.
Gojo ignored all of them.
“you brought me snacks too?” he gasped dramatically, peeking into the bag. “oh my god, y/n. we’re getting married.”
“yeah well, you said that last time I bought you coffee.” you snorted.
“and I meant it last time too.”
you rolled your eyes, but he only pulled you closer, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead like he couldn’t help himself.
the strongest sorcerer in the world looked delicately soft holding your hand in the middle of the hallway, holding you as close to him as possible like you might slip away at any given moment.
he was beaming the whole day, showing you around and excitedly showing you off to everyone like you were a prize he's been dying to brag about
you’d never seen him smile like that before.
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